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~ Chapter 10

Grimmjow's P.O.V.

"Okay, so, I brought a lot of bread," she said as she started taking out a bunch of items from her plastic bags. "And a lot of wasabi," wait, what the fuck? What was the wasabi for? "Also my favorite, red bean paste!"

Well, this wasn't exactly what I was expecting this girl to bring. I never knew that she had weird taste in food. Sure, some people back in school had said stuff about how crazy her taste buds were and I can see why now. Just by looking at all these things made me want to vomit.

"Are you sure that putting all those things in one serving is a good idea?" I couldn't help but ask. I mean, come on, what if she got a stomach ache or something? Then again, I told myself that she had weird taste in food, but what about me?

"Ehh…I'm sure it's alright. If I don't get sick from it, you won't get sick from it either, Grimmjow," she told me. "Besides, these are my favorite things to eat."

God, really? What kind of person eats bread with wasabi and bean paste?!

"Want me to make you one?" she asked.

I grimaced, "Ah, no, t-that's okay Orihime. I ate earlier so—"

"Nonsense! Go pick out a movie for the both of us to watch while I make you my specialty," she smiled as she pushed me out of my own damn kitchen.

Fuck, why did I even let this happen?

We watched a movie about robots that came from the future to fix something in the past. She seemed to be so interested in it and I didn't know that she was into this kind of stuff. Normally, a chick like her would be interested in romance flicks with drama and some other shit.

"Eh? Romance? That kind of stuff is boring."

I couldn't concentrate on the movie since I had to constantly go to the bathroom all because of her crazy wasabi and bean paste crap. I didn't want to hurt her feelings by not eating it, so I ate the whole thing in one sitting.

And fuck, it was the worst thing I've ever tasted in my existence. How could a girl like her eat such a thing?! Throughout the movie, she had at least 8 or more servings of the thing, but that didn't matter, she was a girl who liked to watch robot movies and had crazy taste in food. All in all, she was totally a different girl than all the other women I've known.

When we finished watching, she stretched her arms and took the dvd out to put it back in its case. I gotta say, I didn't even know what happened in the ending.

"So, what do you wanna do now?" she asked.

"Uh, well…"

"Wanna play the question game?"

"'Dafuck is that?"

"Oh, it's a game Ichigo—" she paused. She hadn't mentioned that bastard's name in a long time, I could tell she felt a little sad with the way her eyes looked after she said his name. She continued, "It's a game where you ask whatever question you want to ask to the person you're playing with."

"Ah." Now, why did the atmosphere in the room change? I hated seeing this girl unhappy for some reason. "Well, let's play the damn game then."

She looked up with a smile on her face, "O-okay. You first."

"Me?" I didn't know what to ask her, though I always had a lot of things to ask her, but why the fuck couldn't I remember anything? "When's your birthday?" Geez, I'm so lame.

"September 3," she smiled. "When's your birthday?"

"July 31," and the questions kept on coming. They were basic at first, asking where you were born, what your favorites are and all of that. I hadn't realized how long we've been asking each other questions, but it was a good thing we played this so called game, I got the chance to know more stuff about her.

"What's the worst memory you've ever had?" she was lying on the sofa with her head on my lap. This was a pretty tough question to answer, I thought of a lot of bad memories I had but only one remained the worst.

"When my grandfather died," Orihime stopped playing with her hair and looked up. "He was the only family I had left, but he got into a car accident."

"I'm…sorry to hear that, Grimmjow."

"S'alright, and it happened back during sophomore year, those were the worst days of my life."

"I see…no wonder you changed during that time."

"Changed? What do you mean?" I asked her.

"I've known you since we were freshmen," she smiled. "You were a quiet and a mysterious person. But you changed during sophomore year, you got in trouble a lot and…well, you weren't the person you were the year before."

"Such a stalker you are."

"I call it being observant."

"Whatever," I thought about my next question. But damn it, nothing was coming to my head. "So uh, why did he leave anyways?"

She stayed silent for a moment. Maybe asking that question was a bad idea?

"Well, he said that his dad got a job offer in the US," she sighed. "But I'm over him now, and I know he's over me too."

I couldn't see the look in her eyes since her head was faced away from mine, but I did hear the sadness in her voice. God, I hated that bastard for making her feel this way. He better not show his face here again.

Somehow, a part of me wanted to make her happy again. A voice at the back of my head completely disagreed to the feeling. I was bad at relationships—keeping them. All the relationships I've had barely lasted a week; all the girls I've dated were annoying as fuck. I mean, what kind of guy would not get annoyed when his girlfriend would constantly call you or message you asking, "hey what are you up to?" or "hey babe, when are we gonna see each other again?" Shit like that annoyed me, that's why I can't manage to keep a long relationship. I'd just fuck them and go, that's how my life with women were.

I wasn't like the person I am today, hell no. I guess my grandfather's death had a huge impact on me and changed the way I would live my life. I'm always constantly trying to find something or someone to help me fill the emptiness inside of me… I fuckin' fail each time.

But being with Orihime was different compared to everything else. I liked being around her. I might have even liked her.

Sigh.

"Do you like taking chances?" her questions pulled me away from my thoughts.

"Uh, sure, I guess," I scratched the back of my head. "I mean, if someone sees an opportunity to do something they liked, why not go and take it?"

"You mean like this?"

My eyes went wide as her lips met mine.

Shit. What the fuck was going on? Did she kiss me? I-is she kissing me? Are we kissing right now?!

I couldn't think straight, I didn't know if I should give in or pull back. Hell, I guess this is what she calls taking chances. Had she wanted to do this for a while? I didn't know.

I gave in, I kissed her back. The lips that were on mine tasted so sweet and…geez, it felt like a drug, something I couldn't get enough of. To my surprise, the thoughts that I had earlier vanished from my mind, and I knew that right now, this was something that I needed to focus on.

AN: Hello my fellow readers! Thanks for taking the time to read this God-awful chapter.

I'm really sorry for the long wait. I know I told you guys before that I would update a lot, and I disappointed you all. ;_;

I had a writer's block and I wasn't satisfied with this chapter at all. You see, what I wanted to point out in this chapter is that Grimmjow likes Orihime, but he's just afraid that he can't keep her happy since he has a bad time with relationships and keeping them. And you all know that Orihime likes Grimmjow, that's why she took the chance to kiss him. With Grimmjow being confused, he gives in anyways since he likes her too.

I hope I explained it well enough. This isn't the end though, the drama starts in the next chapter.

If you guys have any suggestions, please do tell me! (:

Until next time. xx